The man was furious, gritting his teeth as he glared at the woman encircled in his arms. Her defiant expression, as if daring him to kill her, only worsened his mood. His hand, braced against the wall, directly clutched the woman's throat and lifted slightly, "Don't think I wouldn't dare!"
Wen Wan clenched her fists, kept at her sides, and even as she struggled to breathe, she didn't fight back, seemingly expecting that the man wouldn't actually kill her.
The lights in the hallway flickered on and off. Even with the woman's face turning red from asphyxiation, it wasn't clear until her eyes began to roll back that the hand on her neck suddenly retracted.
Wen Wan's body softened, her head feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen, and she slid down the wall, gasping for air.
Siluo stood by, looking down at the scene, his heart even more troubled.
